The cursed blood., Chapter 1: The celebration. Options

[jack cloudy]

Alright, this is my next fan fic. Know that I don't have the whole storyline thought out yet, so it might become a bit messy.

Also, it takes place approximately 2 years after the events of Oasis.


The cursed blood.

Chapter 1: The Celebration.

Seas around Vvardenfell.

Slowly, the ship drifted amongst the waves. The only sign of life were the torches burning on the bow and stern. Or was that all? No. At the bow one man stood, gazing at the sky. He was old, with long flowing hair as white as snow. He stood there like a statue, only moving on his heels to compensate for the boat’s movements.

A High Elf opened the door and looked over the deck. There was the man he’d been looking for. He took a quick glance at the sky and sighed. Then, he moved over to join the old man.

,,In a few nights, the moons will be full again.” He said. The Old man remained silent. Finally, after two long minutes, he spoke.
,,You know I don’t fear the servants of the moon.”
The High Elf touched an amulet hanging around his neck, lost in deep thought. The amulet was beautifully crafted and looked just like the moon.

,,I know, how could I forget? I was merely speaking to myself.”
,,Yes, so I noticed. We should reach the island before the moon is full. It has been a long time. Perhaps you should join the hunt once more.” The old man said.

,,I will think about it. We are drinking a bottle of whine below deck. If you like you may join us.” With those words, the High Elf left.

The old man however, remained behind. He didn’t go downstairs and instead waited till he saw the land appear on the horizon. The land had called him and he realized he had much to do with only little time. He smiled at the thought. It had been many years since he had last worried about not having enough time at his disposal.
,,So we’ll meet again, old friend.” He muttered and finally joined the people below deck.

Venim Manor.
The room looked as if a tornado had passed through it. Actually, that was exactly what had happened, with the only difference that the tornado was made out of two people rather than wind. One of the two was a Redguard who wielded her sword with precision, making sure that not a single movement was wasted. Her opponent, was different. Much younger, the Dunmer girl fought with the enthusiasm and unlimited stamina of youth.

The two went back and forth as their swords clashed over and over. In the end, the Dunmer girl got the upper hand and forced the Redguard against the wall. She smiled as she prepared to land the final blow. Her sword hit the wall instead of the Redguard who had dove around the blade and was now behind the Dunmer. Instead of feeling her sword hit the Redguard, the Dunmer felt the tip of a sword on her own neck.

,,Not bad, mylady. For a moment, I really thought I had much work to do. Most mainland people aren’t very experienced.” The Redguard said and smiled.
,,Admit it, you were worried that you were going to lose for a moment.” The Dunmer replied.
,,Now don’t go too far with your pride. Your technique still needs a lot of work and it will take a while before I can truly call you a warrior.”
The Redguard took the two swords and returned them to their weaponrack, after putting the rack back in the position it stood in before it was knocked over.

There was a polite knock on the door and after a few seconds, a Dunmer entered the room.
,,Tsk, are you busy again.” The man said and shook his head.
,,I know I can’t stop you from doing this, Jana. But please, don’t go challenging people to duels in the middle of the night. You two are keeping everyone awake with all that noise.”
The man continued with a smile that took the sharpness out of his words. He then turned to the Redguard.

,,So Neminda, how is she?”
,,Not too bad, but not too good either.” The Redguard responded. She didn’t knew what to think. Maybe it was stupid for her to have gone along with the idea of the young Dunmer, but that enthusiasm was simply contagious.

Athus Mirhtri had recently arrived from the mainland and taken residence in Venim manor. He was a high-ranking member of House Redoran but also a man who didn’t quite fit in with the rest of the house. The biggest problem that most people had with him was the fact that despite being in a House that demanded of its members that they knew how to fight, he’d never held a weapon in his entire life.

,,I see. Could you, teach her a few tricks perhaps? That should keep her satisfied and out of trouble. But not before the sun rises.” Athus turned around to leave.
,,By the way, your dress for the celebration just arrived. You might try it on to see if it fits. But first, go take a bad.” He said and walked out.

[jack cloudy]

Oh boy, the final battle!
Enjoy the update.



Living mountain, inner lair

Athus was sitting on the floor with his eyes closed and his legs tucked underneath him. He could feel the itching of his missing hand. The vampirism had revealed itself, and he knew he could simply grow a new hand. He’d chosen not to, his plan didn’t include anything that required two hands. They’d also given him blood to drink. The taste still plagued his tongue.
,,Get up, Athus. I shall now make your soul mine. Don’t think that you’re special, I do this with all of my vampires with the exception of my right hand, who can keep his soul.” Gerinj spoke in a casual tone.

Athus opened his eyes. Now that the moment had arrived, his soul was calm. Already he could feel the power building up inside him. While Athus remained calm and without expression on the outside, he smiled inside. He had lived as a free man, and he would end his life as a free man. Athus walked over to the vampire and kneeled before him. He could feel the first sting of pain coming from the flesh he was consuming to fuel his spell.

Gerinj’s face darkened. ,,Fool, did you really think that you could destroy me by turning your entire being into an explosion of raw Magicka? By force or without it, you will be mine. In the meantime, thanks for the charge.” The vampire smiled evilly as he cast a spell on the Dunmer before him. Athus gasped when the pain increased in tensity and he felt how his Magicka was being drained by the vampire, thereby preventing his spell from reaching lethal proportions.

Gerinj reached out into the mind of the Dunmer who was now completely drained of his Magicka. The vampire felt for the essence of the man’s soul and prepared to destroy it. He was interrupted when a sharp pain erupted in his neck. The vampire sank to the ground unconscious and with a bolt sticking out of his neck. Athus was knocked off his feet when something flung itself around his neck.
,,Jana? What are you doing here?”

,,I followed you. Do you know how much you had me worried? That’s not nice of you.”
Athus laughed at the response of his daughter. He pulled himself out of her embrace and got up.
,,Mind if I borrow my sword again for a moment?” He said and didn’t wait for an answer before taking the Ebony broadsword of her back. He then walked over to the fallen vampire.
,,This was too easy. Get up, monster.” He commanded in a grim tone.

,,Oh, now I’d really hoped that you all fell for it. Well, I suppose I shouldn’t have expected to fool a vampire hunter of your status. As for the Werewolf, did he really think he could kill me with a bolt through the neck?” The vampire laughed and rose up into the air. He easily caught the next bolt.
,,And now, you shall all die.”

Aureus’ chamber

Luper eyed the vampire cautiously. If he was right, this vampire was about 2000 years old, nearly twice as old as the oldest enemy he ever fought.
,,Wow, why do I always have to fight the old guys? I hope that I’m in such good shape when I become that old.”He calmly waited for his enemy to move. In battle, Luper was almost the opposite of how he was normally. Instead of a loudmouthed jerk, he was focussed and never uttered a word once the battle had started. Finally, the vampire charged and Luper brought up his sword to deflect the first blow.

The two blades clashed and Luper found himself having to step back from the blow.
,, Those stupid Nordic vampires and their muscles. Lucky me.” He thought while he swung around his sword.
He did notice that he had more skill than the vampire, which compensated somewhat for his foe’s speed. The two blades clashed a few more times before the vampire suddenly spun around and kicked at the Redguard. Luper jumped to the side and managed to prevent the boot from smashing in his face, but caught it with his shoulder instead. He flew out of the door and landed in the corridor.

,,Do you give up, Redguard?” The Vampire asked from the doorway.
,,Sorry, but they never told me the meaning of the word.” Luper responded with a small grin.
He raised Chrysamere’s blade and used the sword’s enchantment to deflect the incoming spell back at his opponent. The fireball managed to slightly scorch the vampire’s clothes before being dispelled.
,,Interesting. So you wield the Paladin’s blade? I know people who would kill for that weapon.” The vampire whispered.

,,You know what, I did kill for it.” Luper snapped back. This vampire was beginning to annoy him. It was when he was annoyed, that the Nerevarine was most dangerous.
The Vampire bared his teeth.
,,I see. This shall prove to be….interesting.”